Seven year-old sucking on his ice cream.
Free forevermore.

As I mentioned, I’ve connected with spirit pens moving complaining twirling her curly copper hair.

I want to paint the circles I doodle I think
I could sell them to people who want
something to match their couch, olive green walls,
yellow white red black

reflections on the window
blue drinking jug with metric weights in white chair

toilet too close to class
can hear every move
the suction of water the tearing of paper

enchanted bliss breast transformed blue womb golden room

iridescent dragonfly wings
stars on the dome
the bus ride here to work the train

reach
want my community to continue opening and growing
lights moving flying

I feel the color the apples
we are the deer
turkey shit grease grass snow stone

crush of mandible painful
this
is painful
this pressure
want poems to be fun

why do i clam up in this room this space?
we all want to have fun

annoying man — shut up! what did you come here for?

community is a new tremulous wobbly place
the ground moves and is unsteady
dry mouth fogged mind

teeth clicking not
my teeth

so tense wish you would stop being tense wish you could stop being so tense hear an organ crank somewhere above
outside

this room
disgusting snap of fingernails bitten

— St. Mark’s Church, NYC, 2004(?)